A/N: Hello everyone. QueQue here with a Tom X OC fanfic. I plan to make two endings for this story.A happy ending and a tragic ending. Read and Review!
Summary: Mel Aurelien has a tough life as the only orphan at her school. Unliked by most, she finds comfort by hanging out with her former orphan friends, Damien and Demetri Ebonsoul. Though one is a complete sadistic demon, she can't help but still be in love with his former sweet self. As unexpected circumstances come Mel's way, she loses the two most important people in her life. Being a fugitive and having no will to live, she dies with the only possession given to her by her mother, a book of all seven Harry Potter books. She finds herself not in Heaven but in place where she thought was but make believe. Now sent on a quest to change history along her two friends with some new powers, she's determined to help the one person that she can relate to: Tom Marvolo Riddle. The last thing she expected was to be in a deadly love triangle, one that might kill her in the process.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I do own original characters and storyline!
Secrets Behind the Story
Chapter 1:
Deaths
Death stings the victim only once, but those left behind feel the pain of loss with every passing memory.
- Unknown
"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well…" I read the last few words of the famous Harry Potter finale to the little children at my orphanage. It was a cold December afternoon so I decided to read the ending since they've been wanting to know before I go off to night school. They clapped happily at the ending they wanted. Unfortunately for me, it was an okay ending not the ending I wanted. I already knew what was going to happen anyway since this was my 444th time I've read the series.
"I think that pathetic excuse for a villian rightfully deserved to die," A familiar voice said. The other kids yelled in agreement. I turned my head to see a handsome boy my age with tousled dark brown hair. He smirked maliciously at me as I sneered at him.
"Why does he deserve to die anyway Damien?" I asked the jerk. I stared at him intensely as he came sauntering into the room. All the young girls sighed in a lovesick way as he passed by them.
"Well, no one liked him anyway. Even his own mother couldn't wait to die to get away from him. He'll always be alone and unloved. A little nobody, just like you..." I could see the amusement in his eyes as he mocked me.
I smacked the boy hard in the head and sent him falling back. I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall. The other children froze in place, completely terrified.
"Damien…" I hissed venomously into the boy's ear. "Just because a jackass like you could get adopted and I couldn't doesn't give you the right to criticize others like Riddle and I." I glared at Damien but he just laughed his sickening melodious way.
"Riddle? That's how you address that thing. I guess you two are meant to be. Congratulations Mel! Your first boyfriend in fifteen years! Too bad he's not real…" I gawked at him in anger. Before I knew it, he snatched the book away from me and threw into the fireplace. I was paralyzed with terror.
"No! You freaking bastard!"
I ran to the fireplace, trying to preserve the remaining remnants of the book. I could feel the flames eating away at my skin. The book was far too deep into the fireplace but I had to at least try to get it back. The little kids tried to pull me away from hurting myself but I persevered on. I looked back through the flames and saw Damien lounging about on the couch, watching me as if I my pain and struggle was some sort of amusement for him. I turned back to my book and saw that it was turning into ashes. I pulled myself further inside as I bear with the pain. My fingers brushed against the burning cover and grabbed for it. I pulled myself out of there with my newfound wounds over my body.
I yelped in pain as I happily embraced the book. I looked through the pages and surprisingly, none of the pages were damaged. I was thankful for that. This was the only book found in the world that has all seven Harry Potter books in one. My mother was the one that gave me this before she passed on. My knees trembled and gave in. My orphan buddies crowded around me, trying their best not to injure me any further. I heard the door open from behind but I didn't feel like looking. My eyes were still burning from the fumes.
"Yo, little people. I'm here to pick up - Whoa! Mel, what happened to you?!"
The voice I heard came from my best friend Demetri. He ran to my side and picked me up from where I was. I opened my eyes to stare into his emerald ones. He still wore his goofy grin and his coffee brown hair was a mess. He carried me upstairs to infirmary in the orphanage.
"Yo, Miss Francesca…We've got a problem here…" he said to the old caretaker. I heard her gasp and drop something.
"Oh my word! Mel deary, what on earth happened?" I opened my eyes once more to look at Miss Francesca. I leaned my head on Demetri's chest and sighed.
"The Devil is downstairs. Ask him."
She stared at me for a moment as if I were crazy but understood right away who I was referring to.
"Right, I'll go ask Damien what he did this time again. That boy may look like an angel, but he has a devilish personality. In the meanwhile, Demetri dear, bandage up whatever bare skin you can see. And whatever's left…Mel dear you know what to do."
I nodded my head at Miss Francesca and watched her disappear downstairs. Demetri settled me down on a rickety bed and searched the cabinets for bandages. It took him fifteen minutes until he could find a roll of them. He started to disinfect the areas he could see before he began bandaging me up. I reassure him that I could do it myself but he insisted on doing it. I gave in and knew that I would never win in a fight against his puppy dog eyes.
We heard Miss Francesca coming up the stairs with Damien behind her. As they entered the room, I could see a bruise forming around Damien's right eye. I tried to suppress my laughter at how he got his butt kicked by an old woman. Unfortunately for Demetri, he started bursting in fits of laughter. Damien angrily stomped his way to Demetri and pushed him off the bed.
"What kind of younger brother laughs at his elder sibling?" Damien remarked but Demetri snorted in response.
"Elder sibling my ass. Just because you were born a minute before me doesn't mean I'm going to treat you as if you are king of England. It's a good thing we were born fraternal twins. If I was stuck with the same face as you for the rest of my life, I would rather die than to go through with that."
"What the hell are you saying Demetri?! I have a handsome demeanor that girls virtually drool all over. You would be lucky to have a face like mine."
"Except for that black eye, hell no…"
"Why you little-"
"Boys! I think there's someone that you two forgot about already…" Miss Francesca said. I snapped back into reality as I heard her refer to me. I'm so use to these brotherly fights that I practically sleep through them.
"Sorry Miss Francesca...I didn't mean to forget you," Damien said to her. Miss Francesca smacked her head in frustration and punched Damien in the gut.
"Not me you idiot! The girl you basically burned to death!" Before he got slapped in the head again, he turned his attention to me and sighed in disgust.
"Fine. Sorry Mel."
I looked at Damien for a moment and saw no sincerity in his expression. He wasn't sorry at all. That I could tell. I glared at him awhile longer and looked away. I grabbed a roll of bandages and headed to my room in silence, leaving everyone baffled.
As I locked myself in my room, I closed the curtains shut as I burned a candle on. The bittersweet smell of chocolate filled the room with its alluring aroma. I took in the smell as it relaxed my mind and body. I lifted my shirt up a bit to bandage parts of my stomach. I checked my legs once more to see if there were anymore damages and gladly there were none. I noticed that my long honey ginger hair was uneven now due to the fire. A great excuse to cut my hair since Miss Francesca never lets me. I grabbed for a pair of rusty scissors and cut my hair in a layered bob hairstyle. I was satisfied with the outcome of it. I then changed out of my burnt clothing into a comfy black V-neck sweater and ripped jeans and place a beanie on my head.
I seized my worn-out bag in the corner of my tiny room as I filled it with my night school books. The students there practically hate me since I got in with my intelligence and they got in because of their money. It's mostly the girls that hate me since I know the two most popular boys there. I just don't get why girls hate any rivals that are close with their crush even if they can't even tell him how they feel. It makes no sense whatsoever.
I headed downstairs with my book bag and new look. All the little kids awed at my new hair. I heard a whistle from the right of me and saw that it was Demetri.
"Whoa. Nice haircut, it really suits you better…But you look more like a guy than you ever did…"
He held up his hands in defense but I just rolled my eyes at his statement, knowing full well of what he meant. I was short for a fifteen year old girl and my chest was flat as well. I had an alto like voice and even guys at my school would never consider me as a love interest. It never bothered me since I could never get over my first crush and first heartbreak. He was such a sweet guy before he turned into an ass when he got adopted.
"If you ask me, I think it was smart for her to do that. Best way to tell guys to stay away."
Speak of the Devil…
I jerked my head towards Damien and saw that evil smirk on his face. I glowered at him and grabbed Demetri's hand.
"Let's go Demetri." I started to pace off with Demetri away from Damien. Demetri was bemused and just followed me. He was pulled back by Damien so I just decided to go off to school without them.
I pulled that stupid younger brother of mine into the hallway as I watched Mel slip away from view. I slammed my brother on the wall and held him by the collar, the same way Mel did awhile ago. I glared maliciously at Demetri as I slapped him across the face.
"Demetri, remember what I told you about keeping your hands off of my property."
"If I clearly remember Damien, she isn't your property. You shouldn't even consider her a thing to possess anyway." At that remark, I punched him in the face and he fell back on the floor.
"If you already forgot Demetri, she loves me not you."
I saw my pathetic younger brother shake his head and laugh at me. I kicked him once more in the head but that wasn't enough to wipe that idiotic grin off his face.
"How many times do I have to tell you before you realize that I don't love Mel? She's not the one for me and she's not the one for you. She practically hates you more than anything else in this world." I just smirked at his silly statement.
"As long as I'm the only one on her mind, then I wouldn't need to worry about some dashing prince sweeping her off her feet. As longs as you and the rest of the lesser idiots stay away from her, then I'm satisfied."
"Your way of love is sick Damien."
"As long as she's mine, who cares if my way of loving her is sick. I'll torture her and shatter her little heart to make her think only of me." I saw him roll his eyes once more at me and just laugh.
"I can't wait to see the day when you get your heart broken by her when she finds a guy that would actually treat her right."
"The only guy that I could think of that I stand no chance against is that fictional character, Tom Riddle. But he's not real so I have nothing to worry about." I saw Demetri just snort at my remark. Fool.
"I wouldn't count him out yet Damien. You never know what happens."
Demetri pulled himself off the floor and passed me with an amused grin. I clenched my fists in frustration and punched the nearest wall. I just laughed maniacally at the thought that someone like Tom Riddle would ever steal my girl. There's no way that fictional character would ever become real.
I stopped at a red light when I hear Demetri calling my name. I walked back to where he was and saw Damien right behind him with that smirk of his. The snow started to pile up more and more so we decided to run as fast as we can to night school. It was across the street from where we were now so we waited for the light to turn green.
When it did, Demetri decided to run to the other side, pulling me with him. I stopped him in the middle of the road since he was seriously making me bleed where my wounds were.
"You're supposed to be helping me get better Demetri, not make it worse." I glared at him. He just shrugged his shoulders in an apologetic way.
"Sorry Mel. I just wanted to see that guy's face," he pointed behind me and I saw Damien trying to run up to us. He looked pretty mad that we left him behind. Demetri started to walk off to school while I waited for Damien to catch up. Caught up in all the excitement, I suddenly remembered that I was standing in the middle of the road. I looked up and saw the light turning red. My eyes widen with shock as I saw a driver lose control with his car coming my way.
"Mel!" I saw Demetri coming back for me as I tried to run away from the car. I slipped and fell on my face but I tried my best to get up. I did but unfortunately the car was only a few feet away from me. I felt someone push me from the back as Demetri pulled me all the way to side. I fell hard onto the sidewalk as my forehead started to bleed. That last thing I saw before blackness took over my body was Damien and Demetri disappearing in a bright flash…
I woke up with a major migraine. I stared around my unfamiliar surroundings as I noticed Miss Francesca sobbing in the corner of the room. I saw that I was hooked up to some wires and theorized that I was in a hospital room.
"Miss Francesca…" my voice was rasped and barely audible, "What the hell happened? Where are Damien and Demetri?"
Miss Francesca cried even louder at the mention of the boys' names. I pray that nothing bad has happened.
"When they-they tried to s-save you deary…The-They died in the accident and they're going to charge you for the crime!" she yelled out in misery. She took out a handkerchief and blew her nose in it. My eyes widen with what she just told me.
"What? Why are they charging me?! I didn't kill them! I could never do such a thing!" I cried out as I fought back tears. I coughed out some blood but ignored it and waited for Miss Francesca's reply.
"Everyone blamed you for their deaths; ev-even the driver…H-He said that if you were never in the middle of the road in the first place…He would have never run over Demetri and Damien who were trying to protect you!"
I didn't say anything more. I wanted to say this was all BS but I couldn't find my voice. I should've been the one to die, not them. I sobbed silently as I listen to the regrets echoing in my head. Through my tears, I saw my cherished book beside me. I grabbed it, and embraced it as I continue to weep out my sorrows.
It's been five days since the accident with Damien and Demetri. Today was the day I was going to get discharged from the hospital and was going to jail for my crime.
The nurses led me outside to where the cops were waiting. I saw Miss Francesca with my bag filled with all my treasured things. I wondered why she brought my things. I saw her go to the cop and pleaded something. I couldn't tell what it was she was doing but after the cop gave a nod of approval, he led her to me.
The nurses still had a hold on me until the cop let me have a moment with Miss Francesca. She gestured me a few feet away from the cops and gave me one last hug.
"What are you doing Miss Francesca?" I asked her curiously. She just gave me a sympathetic look.
"Honey, I just wanted you to know that I've always thought of you as family and family does whatever they can to protect the ones they love. So please take this," she pushed my bag filled with all my belongings into my hands and turned me around. I knew what she was doing. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as I felt gratitude towards Miss Francesca.
"And run! Run for your life Mel!" I did as she asked and ran to no end. I never looked back, not wanting to see what becomes of Miss Francesca. I don't know how long I've been running but I could feel my legs giving in. I stopped but alas, I fell down a flight of stairs into an abandoned station under London. My precious book fell out my bag and onto the railings. I did my best to get up as I stumbled my way to my book. I dropped headfirst on the railings as I grabbed my book. I lay there, never wanting to get up.
I had no energy left in me. I lay still, embracing my only companion now in this world. I could hear the sound of a train coming closer with each passing second. I don't want to get up. I will not get up. I want to see Damien and Demetri again. Just take away this pain now.
Before I knew it, I felt searing pain run through my body as red was the only color I could see. I still held unto that book. I don't know why, but at my final hour, it felt like it embraced me in its loving warmth…Transporting me to a place where everything would be alright...
I don't know where I am anymore but this place looks…familiar.
"This looks like King's Cross Station in Harry Potter…" I mumbled to myself.
"And indeed you are right young lady."
I turned around to see an old man with a long white beard smiling at me. He wore a funny looking robe and his eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. My eyes widened in joy at the man standing before me.
"You're Albus Dumbledore aren't you?" He smiled when I said his name.
"Yes I am. You're a smart girl aren't you?"
"Thank you sir, but why am I here? I thought all of this was just…"
"Just make believe?"
I was a bit embarrassed when he answered my thoughts but understood where this was going.
"Yes and no. I've always believed this place was real in my heart but never enough to make it true…" I paused a bit and took in my surroundings, remembering what this place was, "So this is Limbo isn't it? That means I've died…" I trailed off and looked towards the train.
"Ah, yes, this is indeed Limbo, but it is not your time to go yet. Neither was it those two boys." My eyes flickered when he mentioned "two boys" in the conversation. I really do hope he's talking about Damien and Demetri.
"Two boys sir?"
"Yes, two boys. 'Told me that they were saving a pretty girl from being smashed by a car. One of them was crying, saying he never had the chance to tell her how he felt…"
I blushed slightly, wondering who it was but this wasn't the time to think of silly boy crushes. I must know what I'm doing here and why it isn't my time to go.
"Not to be rude sir but why isn't it my time t-"I stopped when I heard a someone crying. I looked around to see where the noise was coming from. In a secluded corner was a little boy, crouched up in a ball. I didn't know why I was going towards him but I felt some weird connection between that boy and I. I knelt down in front of him and patted his black hair.
"It's alright, don't cry anymore little one…"
As I said that to him he looked up at me with the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. He reached out his hand towards mine and I did the same thing. As our hands touched, a spark left its mark.
Inadvertently, he jumped up and hugged me tightly, never wanting to let go. I embraced him in return as I felt a sort of comfort I've never felt in years. Now that I've noticed his features and where this boy was at, I could only guess who he was: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"My, my…I've never seen Tom show that kind of affection for anyone before…This must be destiny or fate…" I looked up at the old man and just shook my head in disagreement.
"There's no such thing as fate or destinies to me Sir…Only chances that will come by our way. We can either take it or leave it be, each with a different outcome. So please tell me, why isn't it my time to go yet?"
"Even if you don't believe in destinies young lady, I must say that you and those other two boys were meant to do greater things. There are things in the past that only you three can change for the better or for the worse. Why do you think you three were orphans in the first place? Your parents and their parents did what they could in order for you three to live, even if it means leaving you three behind in a strange world. And might I say that your true powers will only come once you left that other world behind…Just look at the markings on your arms."
I was puzzled by what he said and reluctantly removed Tom from my embrace. He started to whimper again but I reassured him that it won't be for long. I pulled up the sleeves of my shirt up and unwrapped my bandages. I was shocked to find intricate tattoos engraved on both my arms. On my right arm, there were black embellishments of flowers that winded around it like a snake, showing off detailed devil-like wings. On my left, it seemed to show thousands of tiny stars that glided around my arm like a little galaxy in a shape of an angel's wing. Tom was looking from behind me in awe at my arms.
I held them out in astonishment and began to feel a surge of power run through me. A dark, misunderstood kind of power felt heavy and deep in my right while in my left, it felt so light and delicate. I slowly began wielding the power from inside out of me and started to see the wonders it behold. I combined the black and white essence together to perform a stunning blast. I heard claps coming from Dumbledore and even Tom.
"I must say, Miss…"
"Mel, Mel Aurelien."
"Miss Aurelien, you've learn to master you powers without me having to tell you how. I think you would be alright if you go back."
"Go back where?"
"To the 1940's when the most Dark wizard makes his mark. Even if he's defeated now, a new prophecy has been made since his death. It is said that three children from a parallel dimension will go back and change history. They will either change it for the better or just change how he became who is now…A mangled soul that can never be fixed…"
Dumbledore pointed behind me to the silent boy. I turned around and noted that Tom's eyes were empty, empty of any sort of emotion. A cold aura surrounded him as he glared at us. He gave off the impression of someone you should stay away from.
I know that feeling well.
He never knew his parents.
He was abandoned as a child.
No one truly knew how he felt or how much he truly longed for this unexplained phenomenon which is called love. Maybe that's why I've always had a soft spot for him. I couldn't help but cuddle the boy in my arms and never let go of him.
As I did that, I could feel the chilly barrier break away from him as I could feel his longing. I looked at Dumbledore who was smiling broadly.
"Dumbledore sir…I want to help Tom. I want him to know how it's like to have a friend who can share his pain…I know that if I never had Demetri or Damien…I might've ended up the same way as this child right here."
I stared at Dumbledore as he nodded in understanding.
"Very well…I take it that you know almost everything about Hogwarts and the Wizarding world?"
"Almost everything."
"Good, now take a strand of your hair…" I did as I was told and pulled out a thin string of honey ginger hair.
"Now…first put Tom down before he gets hurt…" I placed Tom back on the floor and waited for directions.
"Close your eyes and feel the energy of both light and dark within your hands…And place that spiritual energy into that strand of hair."
I shut my eyes tight and felt the power of light and dark run through my body which flowed into the hair string. I felt a hard barrier starting to form around it as I felt a soothing kind of comfort when I unleashed my powers.
"Now open your eyes…" My eyes fluttered a bit and I saw the result in my hand. Between my fingertips was indeed a wand…But this was like no other wand I've ever seen before. The wood was not a normal brown color but a clash of black and white.
"So…the wand core of this…is my hair? A bit strange if you ask me but so perplexing at the same time…" I ran the wand through my hands and felt a sense of completion as this wand is now a part of me. I was still anxious to do one thing to though…"Sir, may I try this wand out?"
"Why of course, practice a bit before I send you back with some other things for your journey."
I nodded and racked my brain for a spell to try out. Fiendfyre is too dangerous to try out and I don't want to try the disillusionment charm, just in case I don't know how to turn visible again. Maybe I should try…
"Expecto patronum," I said in a bold tone.
A white wisp started to creep out from the tip of my wand as its misty form started to transform into thousands of ghostly butterflies. I stared in awe at the moonlight aura they gave off. They flew around all three of us and vanished within a minute, leaving of a cloud of translucent dust.
"Amazing Miss Aurelien…I've never seen a student like you before with extraordinary potential before…Except Tom that is…Now are you ready to go on your journey?"
I answered yes and Dumbledore conjured up a suitcase filled with robes and the Hogwarts uniform I would be wearing. I saw a little slither coming out from the suitcase and I was filled with happiness. It was my pet snake Acwellan. He "ran away" when I was ten.
"Acwellan! Good to see you. You haven't grown a bit…" I cuddled the Inland Taipan in arms and saw it was just only a foot long. The same baby size it was when I found him. He went under the hat I was still wearing and cozy up there. I looked at Dumbledore and gave him a thank you smile.
"Good luck on your journey Miss Aurelien. The moment you touch this suitcase, you will be transported back to Tom Riddle's time. Your two friends will be surprised to see you."
"I understand Dumbledore Sir…I'll just say goodbye to Tom here…"
I walked back to where Tom was crouched up in a ball again. I gave him one last hug and departed for my journey. Before I touched the suitcase, I looked back to see Tom's pleading eyes begging me not to go.
"Don't worry…I will come back for you…I promise…" I clenched the wand in my hand and briefly caressed the suitcase with my fingers. I felt a short surge of magic embrace my body. The last thing I saw before Limbo disappeared before me was Dumbledore waving goodbye…And Tom…Tom calling out my name as he tried to run after me in the midst of my vanishing…
A/N: I hope you like this story! I'll try my best to make the chapters this long. Now, time for some information to educate you. Mel's name means brave; bee; honey; and even strength. You could probably guess what House she's going to be in. Aurelien means little golden one. And last but not least, an Inland Taipan is a very deadly snake...Though Acwellan is completely harmless...unless someone harms Mel...For the next chapter, she meets the mysterious jerk-throb, Tom Marvolo Riddle! Will Mel fit in with the other wizards and witches or will she be an outcast for the rest of her life? Please review!